tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-2948863372124264152007-10-25T07:44:00.000-06:002007-10-25T07:44:09.670-06:002007-10-25T07:44:09.670-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RxxhwfNlHPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ccwBQW3RC4o/s1600-h/velvetgothmed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RxxhwfNlHPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ccwBQW3RC4o/s200/velvetgothmed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124077961680854258" border="0" /></a><br />Well, we're still at it, for as long as it lasts. I just wish we didn't have to split up in the casinos, though I do understand why. I'm still lucky with the slots but I've made it a point to not go <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">anywhere near</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>the bar, when we're in a casino. It took me a while to pull up any details, but that's how that guy got me. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RxxlbvNlHQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nMpcgx3Fo4o/s1600-h/_800669_coke150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RxxlbvNlHQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/nMpcgx3Fo4o/s200/_800669_coke150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124082003245079810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />See, I had gotten thirsty, so I went to the bar just buy a Coke; <span style="font-weight: bold;">no</span> Coke and Jack, <span style="font-weight: bold;">no</span> Coke and vodka, <span style="font-style: italic;">just nice fizzy sugary caffeinated Coke</span>, or maybe an energy drink. That's when some guy... I don't recall what he looked like, just nondescript, handed me a Coke while I was trying to get the bartender to notice me. At least they guy had<span style="font-style: italic;"> said</span> it was Coke. After that, I <span style="font-style: italic;">still</span> don't remember anything, not even the details Claude knew about.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rxxlx_NlHRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fVG6waDdVLY/s1600-h/md_ko_dasani_bottle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/Rxxlx_NlHRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fVG6waDdVLY/s200/md_ko_dasani_bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124082385497169170" border="0" /></a>Now, I carry my own bottled water on me in my purse, and I've taken to dressing Goth. It's amazing how well folks get out of my way and let me be! As for Claude, I thought he looked good <span style="font-style: italic;">before</span> but he really cleans up nice. See?:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RxxfmPNlHOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_OSpRV6R8xE/s1600-h/d9-w045med.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__v6jbLDOsj0/RxxfmPNlHOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_OSpRV6R8xE/s200/d9-w045med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124075586563939554" border="0" /></a>And Peter had once complained that he didn't wash! I swear, now Claude could out-Bond 007! I occasionally glance around to see what Claude is doing. He never seems to stay at one table very long. Whatever he's doing, Claude is quick and good and has the chips to prove it!<br /><br />Thank goodness there are no Elvi here! I don't think I could stand<span style="font-style: italic;"> them</span>, again. (Though, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">for Claude,</span> I'd face a whole army of them bad singing and all!)Tarothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17950245970744009610noreply@blogger.com